Girly Things Novels & Stories

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

“Just a minute.” I shook my head as I joined the guys in the small kitchen. “I can’t fucking believe it. Why am I not allowed to get in?” Homer shook his head in amusement. “Do you have something to say?” “Girls value their privacy a lot. They have things they didn’t want boys to see.” “Like what?” “Tampons, underwear, shavers, maybe pictures with their exes, love letters, and so on,” Owen replied. “Sex toys.” Homer shrugged.

I’d hate to be exposed like that, knowing there are cruel people out there. I pulled out a fresh pair of green laced panties. That’s another embarrassing thing about me. I liked…stuff that would be considered weird for ‘men’. Like, panties, lip glosses, stuffies. There’s a section in my closet that has quite a number of stuffies hidden. Basically, my closet hides my preferences to everyone. Everyone but Indra.

They pelted me with their bras. For my insistence on gender equality, I got to watch breasts bounce all over the place. Do Upper Crust babes want to be ogled like sex objects? Of course not - that's vulgar, demeaning and opposed to every fiber of their beliefs in female empowerment. So, every wiggle, jiggle, and 'subconscious' tweaking of their nipples was absolutely unintentional.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

I’m starting to get the feeling that Antonio has a little girl fetish, which is just ick. “Do you like the outfit, Isabella?” Ginger asked, still standing there stark naked. Does this woman ever wear clothes? “No, I hate wearing doll clothes,” I grumbled. “It makes me feel so objectified.” Ginger let out a bellowing laugh. “Hun, have you seen the stuff the girls wear around here? Consider yourself lucky,” Ginger said, continuing to laugh. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked. “You just did,” Ginger giggled. “Of course you can.”

She was a big girl and she could look after herself! Which perhaps explained why she didn't tell him about some of Funky Lady's more adult products. They didn't just sell mainstream lingerie but also some more specialised role play costumes such as naughty nurse outfits as well as a range of sex toys and accessories. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she thought.

Even tomboyish girls usually had cute trinkets in their collection, but Gerald couldn't find any. Really. Last night, he had been audacious enough to open all of her closets and drawers. And he didn't find anything that girls usually called 'cute' and 'adorable'. No stuffed animals, no accessories except for a casual-looking watch, and Gerald didn't even find anything in shades of pink. Most of her belongings were black, gray, and brown. Gerald shook his head. It made it even harder for him to figure out Ariana's personality. He couldn't know her preferences. At least, he should know what gift Ariana would like, but he couldn't find a single clue.

We check the blog and it's amazing. "She'll be home soon." I say, today's her fullest day, but it's already 5pm. "You all got her gifts tight?" Cara says. Rolling my eyes, I say "Of course. I got her the sets of matte pen she's been murmuring about. A set of Gucci bags, and a beautiful set of Victoria Secret Lingerie." I grin. "I bought her a portable writing table, a set of ball gowns, and six stripper-ish gowns from WB." Cara says with a grin.

I feel the shallowness within me. I put my regular outfit on. The one I always put on. It feels flirty this time, flirty, fake, and forced. Feeling girly is not like me. I haven't been me in ages. Ever since I considered joining ballet again, I have felt girly. Barf. Gag. Vomit. Spew.